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Forever Blue
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,837
Reviews:
1
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Begining
The gaze of his piercing blue eyes burned into her soul as she held his slowly dying form. The one person she had ever truly loved was gasping for his final breath. How could this have happened to her? What had she done to deserve this? Maybe it was just her fate to be doomed to a life of sadness and death. She slowly bent down, tears trailing across her cheeks, and kissed her love one last time. “I…I love you….Mione.” His eyes slowly closed and she knew that he had plunged into an abyss, into the depths of forever where she could never follow. Clinging to his blood encrusted form, she vowed revenge upon the man who did this to her love. “Luci, right now I make a promise to you. To avenge your death and to make the dark lord pay for his wrong doings. He shall suffer ten-fold for all the pain he has caused to the innocents of this world. I will never forget my love for you.” Slowly she stood to observe the scene still playing out before her.
Looking down the blood covered hill, she saw the few survivors of the war. Many had been lost in battle to both sides. It seemed that the fight was a lost cause to the light and no matter how they fought there would always be another rising of evil. There was no hope left in her. She sank to the ground in the sea of bodies and the pain left her. All that was left of Hermione was numbness. Her senses left her and as she gazed into the sky, off in the distance there was an unrecognizable voice, "Sir, there is a survivor." Another vioce replied, "Take her prisoner. She will be a gift to our Lord."..."Yes, sir." A stunning spell was cast, and her body fell to the ground unconscious.
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Some hours later...
As Hermione regained her consciousness, all the muscles in her body burned with a fire that she never knew to be in existence. The room was dimly lit, and the floor was made of hard stones. Her now naked body shivered from a breeze that apparently came out of nowhere. Noticing her wand was gone, she turned to look for a way out and realized that someone was watching her. The tall form of what appeared to be a man in the mask and black robes of a death eater was staring in her general direction. "Get up mudblood. The dark lord has commanded that you be brought to him so all can see the last remaining rebel beg for her life." His evil laugh echoed through out the room. "I would never beg for the help of an evil bastard like Voldemort." Blood ran to his face and the anger overcame him, "Evincio!" Long black cords flew from the tip of his wand and wound painfully around her hands and ankles. "Please, stop please!!" Tears ran down her cheeks and the pain soon became to great for her to handle. Her screams filled the room. "Shut up you filthy whore. I would have killed you myself but master declared you must be brought to him alive." The man grabbed her hair and drug her mercilessly out of the room.
The death-eater pulled Hermione's body down a long empty hallway and through a mahogany door to the left. It was a large ball room full of an endless sea of people. They were dressed in a similar fashion as the man that had a hold of her hair. For a swift second, she thought that maybe Harry was in disguise and would rescue her as he always did. But, alas. She knew he was dead and that help would never come. All she could cling to now was the belief that with her eminent death would come the relief of her pain.
The dark lord sat in a snake entwined chair positioned at the middle of the back wall of the room. He sat with a cruel smirk on his face thinking of the pleasures he was about to receive. “Now, mudblood, we all know that you are for the cause of “good” at that you wish to see me defeated. I have a proposition for you. I am allowing you a chance at life. You must agree to become my whore and take the mark as such. You will also be required to do everything exactly as I say. It is either this, or a long painful death. Choose now.” Voldemorts followers gathered closely around her awaiting her answer. The cords around he limbs tightened even more painfully as she got up her courage, “Well, then I shall die a courageous death, knowing that I was a far better person then the son of a bitch in front of me. Fuck you Voldemort!” “So be it……Crucio!” Hermione’s entire body was racked with such suffering that she could not even utter her feelings. She only wanted it to end. After what seemed like hours of torture, a brilliant green light surrounded her body and she fell into darkness…
A/N: Well, that’s chapter one!! This is not a one-shot guys so please expect more. I have a plot developed so I hope I will be able to update frequently. Please don't think it’s so terrible this is my very first fan-fic. And would someone out there review and let me know how I’m doing? I would love u forever! R&R please!
Looking down the blood covered hill, she saw the few survivors of the war. Many had been lost in battle to both sides. It seemed that the fight was a lost cause to the light and no matter how they fought there would always be another rising of evil. There was no hope left in her. She sank to the ground in the sea of bodies and the pain left her. All that was left of Hermione was numbness. Her senses left her and as she gazed into the sky, off in the distance there was an unrecognizable voice, "Sir, there is a survivor." Another vioce replied, "Take her prisoner. She will be a gift to our Lord."..."Yes, sir." A stunning spell was cast, and her body fell to the ground unconscious.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Some hours later...
As Hermione regained her consciousness, all the muscles in her body burned with a fire that she never knew to be in existence. The room was dimly lit, and the floor was made of hard stones. Her now naked body shivered from a breeze that apparently came out of nowhere. Noticing her wand was gone, she turned to look for a way out and realized that someone was watching her. The tall form of what appeared to be a man in the mask and black robes of a death eater was staring in her general direction. "Get up mudblood. The dark lord has commanded that you be brought to him so all can see the last remaining rebel beg for her life." His evil laugh echoed through out the room. "I would never beg for the help of an evil bastard like Voldemort." Blood ran to his face and the anger overcame him, "Evincio!" Long black cords flew from the tip of his wand and wound painfully around her hands and ankles. "Please, stop please!!" Tears ran down her cheeks and the pain soon became to great for her to handle. Her screams filled the room. "Shut up you filthy whore. I would have killed you myself but master declared you must be brought to him alive." The man grabbed her hair and drug her mercilessly out of the room.
The death-eater pulled Hermione's body down a long empty hallway and through a mahogany door to the left. It was a large ball room full of an endless sea of people. They were dressed in a similar fashion as the man that had a hold of her hair. For a swift second, she thought that maybe Harry was in disguise and would rescue her as he always did. But, alas. She knew he was dead and that help would never come. All she could cling to now was the belief that with her eminent death would come the relief of her pain.
The dark lord sat in a snake entwined chair positioned at the middle of the back wall of the room. He sat with a cruel smirk on his face thinking of the pleasures he was about to receive. “Now, mudblood, we all know that you are for the cause of “good” at that you wish to see me defeated. I have a proposition for you. I am allowing you a chance at life. You must agree to become my whore and take the mark as such. You will also be required to do everything exactly as I say. It is either this, or a long painful death. Choose now.” Voldemorts followers gathered closely around her awaiting her answer. The cords around he limbs tightened even more painfully as she got up her courage, “Well, then I shall die a courageous death, knowing that I was a far better person then the son of a bitch in front of me. Fuck you Voldemort!” “So be it……Crucio!” Hermione’s entire body was racked with such suffering that she could not even utter her feelings. She only wanted it to end. After what seemed like hours of torture, a brilliant green light surrounded her body and she fell into darkness…
A/N: Well, that’s chapter one!! This is not a one-shot guys so please expect more. I have a plot developed so I hope I will be able to update frequently. Please don't think it’s so terrible this is my very first fan-fic. And would someone out there review and let me know how I’m doing? I would love u forever! R&R please!